I had a stomach bug on Thursday night. from hell. vomiting is not for the faint hearted. I lost 2 kgs though and promptly put it all back on.

I heard my mom laugh yesterday.

I’m studying 6 modules this year through UNISA. Loving the stimulation. writing 5 exams in May and the other is a year module.

I’ve started trading on the stock market. Phewee, I’m pants at it. Completely pants. Again….I’m enjoying the stimulation and all the learning. Just not ready to take anyone’s pension fund and invest it for them. But exciting, heady and addictive.

My skin is looking lovely

we spent a lovely weekend at the coast. went for a long walk on the beach and I’m REALLY unfit. So that’s my next mission. getting fit. I have a goal for next year May. A 5 day expidition. But…. more about that later.

John and I in a better communicative space. Which is always good.

All in all, I’m a busy gal. Framing lots and lots and lots of mirrors. Painting classes have resumed. Great to be back doing that.

Today I had a really bad cerebral palsy day. When I fetched Molls, Noza(her carer) was seething. She said one of the autistic kids had tried to hit her really hard and when they moved him away, he ran back and tried again. Noza said she protected Molly and a teacher removed the boy.

But I was a little bit rattled at this news. I was ecstatic that Noza was there and she adores Molly and was most indignant that someone DARED try and hurt her. But I was frightened that someone might do this again and that we may not get there in time to protect her. Fortunately the school is heavily supervised.

But……it makes me feel weary and full of self pity and full of tears. And it makes me feel helpless. Like one of those days, which don’t come often, when I think of when I’m dead and what will happen to my Molls.

Fok it, but today has been really crappy.

But I like this post that I wrote a while back. It gives me hope. I don’t moan about the cerbral palsy thing often, so forgive me.

At the moment I’m stuck in a bit of minor dilemma. It’s a great dilemma to be in. One I’d choose anyday to the other dilemma’s I’ve been in.

A few weeks ago Aidan was chosen to play for the u/9 cricket squad. 24 boys out of 80. Now anyone at an all boys school will tell you, that competition is tough. Boys are competitive. Boys that run the fastest, can spin a top with skill, can score the most tries etc, are held in the highest esteem. Almost revered. In a nutshell, boys simply LOVE to be the best. Or the strongest. Or the quickest.

Anyway back to my point. When he phoned to give us the news we congratulated him and secretly, in the privacy of our home did a jig and dance while we clapped our hands together in delight.

And so the life of sport begins, we thought. John and I discussed in detail of how we would be cool like Spud’s parents and pack a coolerbag with gin, tonic and blocks of ice. Oh, and cram some lemon wedges in somewhere. We planned to do a Mexican wave too. And laugh uproariously at jokes we made with the other parents.

We’ve since learned that drinking while watching school boy cricket is frowned upon.

Anyway, so there we have Aidan is his new cricket squad and I’m faced with a dilemma. To buy or not to buy ALL the cricket equipment. Dont get me wrong, I’m all for buying sports equipment. I am. It’s just that it’s so expensive and just handing it over on a platter, without it being for his birthday or christmas pressie, just blows my mind. What lesson am I teaching my child.

Easy come, easy go?

Cricket bat R500, check

Cricket bag R350 check

Cricket balls R70 a pop, he has 4, check

Cricket gloves R200 check

all he needs is a ball box R20, helmet R300 and cricket pads Rnot sure? about R300

that excludes the school cricket shirts, hat and socks I had to buy. That was R1000

I bought it all with pleasure.

So should I buy the remaining pieces of 3 cricket equipment?

Will I be teaching him a good lesson. John is against it as he said they all had to share when he was a schoolboy. Nowadays all the kids have their own equipment.

Have you ever looked at the names of Plascon paint? I only use Plascon because the names they choose for the colours intrigue me. Who sits and thinks of them?

My walls are painted in Papyrus. Other names are

Green Mumba,

Irish Hills,

Cyprus Breeze,

Aspen Meadow

or warmer tones in:

Hot ‘n Spicy

Lobster Bisque

Adobe Desert

MY FAVOURITE NAME- Endless Possibilities. Imagine painting a room in Endless Possibilities. (it’s very pinky/salmon, so I would only use it as an accent colour). But I love the name and the images it conjures up.